Children’s Literature

When my father came back to work, he was not appointed back to the newsroom at first. He had to produce and deliver Children’s Literature, a magazine for children, published by MBC in Busan. When working there, he first met Ik-chen Bae and Yong Seon, children’s writers. He brought me the magazine monthly, so I could read a lot for free. It was interesting that the magazine was full of writings and illustrations suited to children.

A year later in 1986, he made a new start in the newsroom with newscasts on both TV and radio. In 1991, promoted to an assistant manager from an ordinary reporter, he got so excited that he called my mother early at dawn in Korea from Thailand while receiving congratulations from city councilors and other journalists. He constantly worked hard and got promoted to a director of the newsroom in 2000 and an executive in 2001.

“ I am a very happy person. I joined MBC twice and got severance pay three times when I got dismissed in 1980, retired at the regular retirement age in 2001, and completed a three-year executive term. Therefore, I have nothing more to wish for.” This was a part of his retirement speech in his ceremony.

I am proud of my father. When young, I was amazed at my father, an anchorman on TV, fascinated by his passion to rush to the scene of the accident to deliver the news in all winds and weathers. As I knew that he was discharged because of his active reports and dedication to the freedom of journalism in 1980, his brave conviction was admirable. Because growing up while always looking at him, whenever seeing injustice, I am upset and speak against it, and tried to do my best for my work. My father has lived as a journalist pursuing to clear up the truth. I respect my father.

One day I found a letter my father wrote to me when arranging some documents at home.

 

To June-Young,

 

How have you been doing? I wonder if you eat well. When I see you studying hard in school and library to go study abroad, I am proud of you but feel bad that you look tired. As you have wanted to do so, I wish you see the fruit of your effort. I am sure of your achievement.

However, never let overwork ruin your health. It will be impossible to achieve a goal if you lose your health. Accordingly, eat well, do exercise sometimes, and have time to relax and keep your composure. The anniversary of your grandfather’s death is coming. After you leave for the U.S. to study, then it will take long time to meet each other, so come home and visit at your grandfather’s grave.

Even though your sister is coming back to Korea, it is a pity that you are going to leave soon this time. Call your mom and sister frequently. I am sending you a bank statement first. Let me know if there is more document to bring to get a visa.

 

From your father

  1. 6. 12

 

The White Piano

My family moved around a lot. Perhaps, in my retrospect, we did seven or eight times. According to my parents, since they got married, my family has moved 11 times. The reason is that our family livelihood was jeopardized once my father lost his job. It all happened when I was little, so I do not remember how severely poor we were. Actually, as time went by, we continuously moved into newer, bigger houses, and consequently, I never felt uncomfortable as growing up. But, at the age of five, my older sister had to watch helplessly as unknown people taking her white piano out of her room. She asked,

“Why are they taking my piano?” “Yoo-Jeong, the piano is broken, and they need to fix it,”

answered my mother instead of giving her detailed account.

Graduating from Chung-Ang University with B.A in Journalism, in 1974, my father joined MBC, one of the three major broadcasting stations with SBS and KBS in Korea. In 1980s, Korea was in a state of disorder. On October, 26, 1979, the former president Chung-hee Park was assassinated by Jae-kyu Kim, his right arm as well as the director of KCIA, Korean Central Intelligence Agency. The following year, Doohwan Chun, the military dictator came into power with a military coup on December 12th, which is more well-known as 12.12 among Koreans.

Under the dictatorship, freedom of speech was suppressed, and press of reports was controlled. Civilians started being outside on streets and revolted against military regime. On May 18th, 1980, a pro-democratic resistance movement firstly began in Gwangju, and it spread like wildfire over the country.

While all organs of public opinion were pressured, CBS, Christian Broadcasting System, and Dong-Ah Daily Newspaper were merged into KBS, Korea Broadcasting System. In Busan, my hometown, Kookje and Busan Daily Newspaper were amalgamated. In those days, Busan-Jin police office, my father’s news beat, was the largest official institute where newsmen from fifteen major media organizations were accredited for reporting. With Gap-Jee Cho, who was a journalist at Kookje Daily Newspaper, but later suddenly turned to conservative side, my father wrote a draft of the Journalists’ Declaration of Conscience. It was signed by journalists of the national press and published in the Association of Journalists Newspaper. Eventually, the military regime infringed on freedom of the press, and under the surveillance and command of KCIA, a great many reporters and writers got informed that they were fired. Some of them got divorced or committed suicide as suffered from the hardship of life. After radio news reports on August 11th, 1980, my father also got a letter of dismissal. Afterwards, in order to support family, he entered Dong-Yang Construction, a big company and worked there for a year, but he was discharged due to the supervision of KCIA. Then, he tried to continuously join a company but got dismissed as a result of his record. Hence, my parents were saddled with debts and could not help selling the white piano their daughter loved to buy rice and dry milk.

My mother needed to support our family during the time that my father took care of my sister and me at home. First, she gave piano lessons in music school. And, later she sold glassware made of crystal. She ran her business really well, but one day as the parent company went bankrupt, all the checks bounced like a scrap of paper. A wretched circumstance at the time attracted my parents to think about suicide.

The only place where they could lean on was church. She said they sought solace in religion, and decided they would endure any kind of suffering for my sister and me, listening to minister Pildo-Jeong’s sermon even though they did not go to church when young. As a matter of fact, my mother had totally different home background from my father’s. Unlike him, who grew up in poor family as the eldest son out of seven children, my mother spent her childhood in a wealthy family. Owned and managed a car factory in 1950s, my maternal grandfather was a successful businessman to such an extent as to have many imported cars such as Mercedes and Chevrolet. Thus, it was said that my mother’s family were adamantly opposed to the marriage. For that reason, I still dream of true love for my marriage although it is naturally acceptable to get a “suitable” match for one in terms of marriage.

The ties my mother had with a friend decisively had a great impact on my father resuming his seat. She helped my parents keep in touch with Young-Il Kim, a presidential secretary for civilian as well as her near relative. Among many journalists who were wrongfully dismissed from MBC, my father was the only one reinstated at the time. Till then, my mother’s sacrifice for the family was so great that it almost defies description. Though it was not a good idea economically, as soon as my father returned to his work and saved money, the first thing my parents bought was a white piano. It was the present from their heart for their daughter. The piano, not sounding good and already faded into beige by many years, is still in the corner of my sister’s room in Busan, keeping my family company down through the years we had moved seven times.

 

 

Beautiful Venice

Screen Shot 2016-02-25 at 오전 10.52.48I fully enjoyed the beautiful scenery in Europe. While Berlin had a distinct modern atmosphere with brand-new buildings, Prague was full of antique flavors with ancient castles, to such an extent to create an illusion that I was in medieval times. Among the European cities I visited, Paris was in harmony with the merits of Prague and Belin. It keeps the balance between old European history and modernized ambience in terms of the art and culture of the city. The most impressive city was Venice, which was surrounded by water. Everything was different. A ferryboat was called a water-bus or a water-taxi. I was enraptured over the exotic aura emanating from the skies being aglow with the setting sun. Watching the sunset on a ferryboat, I felt my mental and physical exhaustion just fade away. It was quite easy to know the reason many artists visit Venice and live there after just staying there for a couple of days.

 

Apathy

To sightsee more Eastern Europe, I got on the train for Budapest, the capital of Hungary. Eastern European countries were under Communism before, so the atmosphere of cities looked strictly organized and systematic and the economy was not that good, but people looked very liberal now. In Budapest, as I quickly grew tired in the blazing sunshine, I went around in beach sandals after I taped my shoes on a string to my backpack. When stopping by a grocery store, I found out that somebody stole my shoes by cutting the strings attached to my bag. At the same time, I sympathized with the guy and felt sorry for myself, not aware of my shoes being stolen while wandering around the streets. From theat day, I had to get around in beach sandals till the end of my trip.

KOREA!

After I traveled through Italy, Austria, and Spain, I arrived in the Czech Republic. I was able to see a great many Korean backpackers on the train. All of them were heading for a soccer game between Korea and the Czech Republic, scheduled on August 15th, which is the Independence Day of Korea. As I reached the stadium, Red Devils, the cheering squad for Korean national soccer team, and Korean residents already filled seats up. The Stadium was already in wild excitement, and I was so excited about the prospect of seeing Guss Hidink, the head coach and Korean players. Several groups of police officers were deployed and enclosed the stadium for possible mayhem of hooligans. I met five backpackers there, and we planned some special performance before the game began. Six of us took off our shirts, and wrote six letters: K,O,R,E,A, and ! on each of our chests with lipstick we borrowed from a Korean female resident. I got the “O.” Accidently, we were captured by cameras of some Korean broadcast groups, who came over there to relay the game. Thinking as if we were pro-independence fighters, all of us yelled and sang songs to cheer the Korean national team until we were horse. The game result was 5-0. We lost. The Czech Republic already failed to move up to the next year’s World Cup finals. But, as though they wreaked their anger upon the Korean team, Czech players showed great performance behind the striking power of Jan Koller who is 6’7’’. I was so furious but cheered the players up.

 

1000 lira

I headed toward Italy by way of Belgium and Germany. In the train, I accidently met a couple of Korean travelers and got some information sharing trip stories. I think the real charm of traveling is to feel fresh, having new experiences with new people in new places, getting out of monotonously repetitive daily life. As leaving behind Korea two weeks ago, I enjoyed myself traveling alone. I walked toward the Coloseum as soon as I arrived in Rome. As it was described in lots of movies, the largest of the Roman Amphitheaters exuded an atmosphere of greatness and majesty the Roman Empire once had.

When I was about to leave there after I did sightseeing, some people all dressed in the Roman Empire costume came up to me. They suddenly grabbed my camera and started taking a picture of me with some of them. I thought that they provided visitors with this splendid service sponsored by a city government. But, after taking some photos, they asked me to pay for it. Now I am familiar with the tipping culture for street performance since I moved to San Francisco, which is famous for busking, but at that time I did not understand why they expected me to pay. Unwillingly, I gave them 1000 lira, but they began getting mad at me. (A lira was the unit of money used in Italy, but now it has been replaced by the euro.) They had every right to be pissed off because it was about fifty cents worth in those days. I could not afford to pay more as a hungry backpacker. After the five-minute of haggling over the tip, I got out of there with my camera.

My first backpacking trip

In 2001, I took a backpack trip to Europe during my first summer vacation in college. When I got home to Busan as a semester finished, my mother already bought round-trip ticket, departing for Heathrow airport in London. It was scheduled a week later, so having no time to be surprised by my mother’s action, I started to get myself ready to leave, reading Lonely Planet, the most famous travel guide. It was too busy to change won into traveler’s checks or other countries’ currency, because at that time, there was no Euro, a single European currency. Leaving my family and home, I took Korean Airlines with my heart aflutter in anticipation of the trip. Just the thought of being abroad and alone made me restless. I arrived at Heathrow airport in the evening. After getting the map at an information center, I walked around in London to find an accommodation, carrying a heavy knapsack. Wandering from place to place and asking passer-bys for directions, I found an old but cheap hotel. It was drizzling outside the window, and I was lonely and tired mentally and physically. My first impression about London was chilly and hard. It was rainy, as usual in London, and unlike most Americans, who seem friendly, people looked very ice-cold and strict.

 

Arirang

 

The next day, beginning with the Changing of the Guards at Buckingham Palace, I looked around many sightseeing attractions, such as Tower Bridge, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey and Saint Paul’s Cathedral. Busking was impressive on the streets. To attract visitors’ attention, some played musical instruments, and others, dressed up with their makeup, performed mime. Now I see a lot of street performers in San Francisco, but it was hard to see those kinds of buskers in Korea in 2001. After 10 days of travel in England, I crossed the Straits of Dover vibelgiuma the Euro Line, and reached Brussels in Belgium. At that time, there was a parade to celebrate Veterans’ day, and I saw a group with a Korean national flag. Gladly looking at them, I took some pictures of them, and some people in the group spoke to me and asked if I was Korean. Then, they told me that they participated in the Korean War in 1950s and started singing “Arirang,” which is a Korean traditional elegy. In fact, the song expresses “Han,” the unique emotion of Koreans, which is similar with the feeling of sorrow or lamentation but cannot be exactly explained or translated in English. While singing the song, they held my hands firmly and were completely moved to tears. It seemed that they understood the feeling only Koreans have in the song’s lyrics. I was really grateful of their courage and sacrifices fighting for my country and bowed down in deference to them.

Eyes of Dawn

In 1991, there was a Korean soap opera that captured my attention. Eyes of Dawn was the first Korean blockbuster, which was produced by Jonghak Kim and written by Jina Song, well-known for their other work, 1995’s Sandglass. The drama, based on a novel with same title, attracted a lot of attention even before it began broadcasting because 6 million dollars were invested into the production for 36 episodes, and it was filmed on location in Korea, China, Japan, and Philippines. It dealt with the journey of three main characters, Yeo-ok, Dae-chi and Harim during their lives between the Japanese colonial period and the end of Korean War in 1953.

Screen Shot 2016-02-25 at 오전 11.10.57The teaser that showed a tear dropping down from Dae-chi’s knife-scarred eye is still vivid in my memory. I was so young that I could not understand the characters’ fickleness of fortune, but I was quite bewitched by scenes in which bullets zipped through the air amidst a war or Japanese soldiers chased Harim out of the prison. Afterwards, when broadcast again on a cable channel in 10 years, it did not fail to fascinate me, and I could fully understand its story. It ran amidst rising popularity with wonderful directing, solid story lines, actors’ superb performances and even perfect music.

The purpose of this program was both to entertain and inform. In fact, I became aware of the “Comfort Women” issue for the first time through watching this drama. It is believed that the Japanese army forced as many as 200,000 women in Asia to work as prostitutes for its soldiers in battle areas. A lot of Korean women were deceived into thinking that they would be sent to munitions factory. At the end of the war, some of them were massacred by the troops, and surviving comfort women have suffered permanent injury from disease, psychological trauma, or social ostracism. Furthermore, it also covered such important events in Korea’s modern history, such as a medical experiment on living human bodies in the Japanese 731 Corp, the Chinese Eighth Route Army, Korean War, 4.3 Resistance in Jeju and North Korean partisans.

To be indeed Son-Oh-Gong

In my adolescent years, I watched a lot of movies. When I lived in Gwang-An-Ri, there was an old videotape. It was a Chinese movie, entitled “Seo-Yu-Gi,” which is based on a novel with the same title. I have never forgotten the moment I watched this movie for the first time. A story of Oh-Gong’s journey with Samjang, Sa-Oh-Jeong, and Jeo-Pal-Gye was captivating. The main character, Oh-Gong had a long metal stick, which he named Yeo-Eu-Bong and flew in the sky while riding clouds. It totally fascinated me. A scene in which Oh-Gong kept away from the hand of Buddha after he peed in his hand made me frightened. I have seen the movie over one hundred times till the tape no longer worked.

 

Because of strong impression I got from the movie, I bought a toy stick, Yeo-Eu-Bong and brought it all the time as I pretended to be Oh-Gong. I was engrossed by playing-act Oh-Gong while hitting all of my relatives with the toy stick. My parents said that I always slept holding the stick every night.

MBC Newsdesk

Most parents in Korea normally do not allow their children to watch television, but my parents were different. They let me do that as long as I watched educational or instructive programs like documentaries or the news. I think it was permitted because my father had worked for MBC, a major broadcasting company in Korea for over thirty years.

The only way I could see my father’s face when I was young was by watching “MBC Newsdesk” every night at nine. My mother called me,

“June-Young, your father is on TV now. Come out.”

Then, I woke up, jumped out of my bed, and ran into a living room. Sitting in front of the TV, I watched the news while I kept saying, “It’s Dad.” In fact, I did not watch the news but just looked at my father.

My father, who was a news anchorman of “Newsdesk,” a main news program of MBC in Busan, came back home around 11 every night. He usually went to work before I got up in the morning, so I was barely able to see him during the time.

Sometimes my mother awoke me when my father was about to leave home for work, and I ran over to my father and held him tightly, saying, “Bye” and kissing him on his cheeks. I still remember the feeling when I touched my cheek to his cheek. It was smooth and warm. Twenty years later, while embracing him in the airport before I came to the U.S. to study abroad, his hug was still warm.